Descent of the Phoenix

With a loud scream, and at the same time, the figure was violently saved, and it was caught by the sharp arrow that was shot behind the moon.

The momentum is so fast, Haoyue feels the moment of murderous rushing, the arrow behind him has already rushed to her vest, the feeling of chilly is as tight as the bones of the skeleton, and the cold hair behind the moon suddenly stands upright.

Fast arrows, good and powerful.

I have never felt such a strong breath. I felt dangerous in the moment before, and I have already avoided the sharpness in the last moment. She has never met it for so many years.

I don't think much about it. I have a strong breath between the moon and the light, and my shoulders are slightly inclined. I can't avoid the sharp arrow behind me, so I only let a little bit of the key, and pick him up.

At the same moment, the dagger in his hand was drawn, and he wanted to avoid the one that came from the night alone, but his heart was divided on both sides.

The Golden Arrow, flying from the air, did not give any breathing time to Haoyue, an arrow slammed, slamming through the shoulders of Haoyue, a blood arrow suddenly burst out.

When the body of the moon swayed, he couldn’t control it. He was led by the arrow.

A **** squirt came out and splashed a lonely night.

In front, the one-handed full-body infusion of the night has been hollowed out at the same time.

On the last month, the night alone, I dare not try my best. This full blow has already been shot, but I suddenly heard the exclaim of Yun Zhao. In a flash, I saw the blood of the moon, and I was shocked by the night. I want to take it back.

Of course, he made a full blow, so he said that he would receive it.

In the electric light stone fire, the one-night night has been actually on the fore chest of Haoyue, and the body of the moon is swaying, and the elephant is flying toward the mountain next to the mountain road.

At the same moment, the solitary night is also a spurt of blood. The dagger of Haoyue is inserted in his shoulder, and the consequence of his own self-restraint is self-destruction.

The rainy night was empty, and the rain of the sky fell.

The splash of blood stained into a bright red in the rain.

"Moon..." The scream of tearing heart, tearing down the downpour, Xuanyuan Che came.